Go pick one up Jim. They are sitting on the counter.
Ah yes.....a sign of the times.......Internet dependence.
Us old pharts will remember the excitement of a road trip...with dad?....to the LHS to pick up that copy of the new catalog. Or it's arrival in the snail-mail......as exciting as the arrival of the Secret Decoder Ring!
But,...Oh Wait!! Those LHS's are essentially gone!.......a 'road trip' now may be a day's journey....or more!
Gee, if only Santa would 'spill the beans' 3 weeks ahead of the official date!...........NOT!
I know, I know......as Red Green sez, 'We're all in this together!'. Nuttin' better to do than scan and post, scan and post, scan and post.
Oh, some of you wanted to know about freight cars?..... There's a doozy selection on a couple pages....sure to create a new psychosis of PTSD.....Post Traumatic Sounds Disorder. It's an assortment of flag-flavors of boxcars featuring the rhythmic hammering of a flat spot on a wheel. Yepper.....Water-boarding has been superseded by sound. And, joy of joys, just NOT like the prototype inspiration, this sound, traveling round and round on your basement oval, will NEVER leave you....or the spouse/kids/pets upstairs!....
Well?.......you asked for it. And it ain't cheap, either.....so you can't turn it off!......waste of your money......right?